A/N: My first Harry Potter fanfiction simply came from the confines of my dirty, twisted, teenage mind. I preferred Voldemort's eyes from the movie. Somehow it makes him a little scarier knowing that there was human underneath. That this was a person you know? Far from 'normal', but still a person like you or I who could in time become something like him; with the right influences and upbringing. Eerie isn't it (I meant that in both a non-magical and magical way). This is a Grey fanfic. No dark harry for now probably. I'm not too sure what the future holds but Harry will not turn evil and Voldemort not turn good. But they will mesh their sides together. Light (white) + Dark (black) = grey right? I see it now. Harry is 17 in this btw.
Pairings: HP/LV (for now, expect more in the future)
Summary: Not enough Uke Voldie's. The pair discovers a new prophecy after Voldemort found it was a fake. Now that the tables are turned, Harry uses it to all his advantage, not to mention annoying the hell out of Dark lords. He is also introduced to the people that Voldemort fashioned himself after. Who knew? Fun ensues in a whole new adventure for Harry.
The last thing Harry remembered was arriving at Hogsmeade with his two best mates, then popping into some bookstore –courtesy of Hermione- and stood waiting nearby, by himself, uninterested in the rows of knowledge as the girl browsed and Ron used the loo to avoid the situation. Next a lot of things happened. He remembered seeing Lucius' face and wispy blond hair, being grabbed, out cold then to come sitting face to face with the Dark Lord. It all happened so fast. Harry was just sitting there wondering if perhaps he was dreaming. Voldemort just took in the dumbfounded look on the boy's face as he rested his chin on the back of his pale skeletal hands from behind his desk.
"I suppose this isn't an invite for tea then?" Harry tried weakly trying to break the silence and tension in the air. "If it's a date you wanted you could've asked first you know? Kidnapping doesn't exactly leave the best impression." Surprisingly Voldemort remained silent and continued to scrutinize him. However he did hear Lucius sneer and tell him to shut his insolence in the presence of…and all that rubbish. Without taking his eyes off Harry he calmly commanded the blonde,
"Leave us, Lucius." The man was a little surprised but hid it quickly giving a 'yes my lord' while bowing before leaving the room. As the door shut, Voldemort's features suddenly began to shift and morph; the skin over his eyes sunk in removing the scary shadow it cast over his face, his skin was a less almost-transparent look and more of a smooth ivory. His face became a lot softer, human even and other small details that made him less menacing. Harry was at a loss. He could even be called beautiful like an ancient Roman statue –if you were into the whole snake thing of course which Harry wasn't…surely.
"W…what are you doing?" He asked as much as his voice could muster.
"I use my previous visage when I mean to intimidate. I do not wish to do that. Right now you are a guest."
"A guest?" He asked with a jolt.
"You're not in my dungeons tied up with chains right now are you?" He growled, anger flaring.
"Right…right…" Harry looked away from those sharp eyes that pierced into his own, probably digging into his soul and feeding off of his fear.
Voldemort continued more calmly, "I brought you here so we could have a…little discussion."
Cogs turned in Harry's head. "About…the prophecy…"
"Indeed. Quite an intelligent guess, Potter." And Harry was too afraid to feel complimented in that moment. He paled considerably. When he said nothing Voldemort continued, "As you know, I was not aware of the full prophecy but as of recent...I have come into account of it." Harry suddenly couldn't feel his heart beating. And he wasn't going to kill him? How did he get it anyway? "I have my sources Potter." Harry was confused for a moment then remembered that Voldemort could see into his mind. He felt a little violated.
"So…why am I here then…?" He asked nervously, shifting in the chair. Voldemort leaned back.
"I was getting to that." He all but hissed, "It has come to my recognition that said prophecy was a fake." Harry let his rambunctiousness get the better of him and he burst out.
"A FAKE! But that's impossible!" He inched off his chair a bit, "You're lying!" The deadly look on Voldemort's face made him sink back into his chair again. He asked more quietly this time, "How do you know?"
Voldemort gritted his teeth and Harry also noticed they were perfect white rows, "I managed to get the original memory and whilst watching it I was shocked at what I found. The memory was purple." Harry just stared at him not understanding. Then the Dark lord to Harry's disbelief ro-rolled his eyes. "It means that the pathetic excuse for a seer was under the Imperio."
"Huh…? But how?" Harry sputtered "Why?"
"That I do not have the answer to but a number of theories." Voldemort looked at him placidly. He felt Harry's unconvinced and disbelief through their link. "If you wish I could show it to you." The boy paused for a moment then nodded.
"Yes…I…I'd like to see it." Voldemort then proceeded to empty the contents of a vial into an intricately patterned pensieve Harry had not noticed was on the desk. Harry had seen the memory before but for some reason couldn't remember what colours detailed it. He gestured to Harry to enter but the boy eyed him warily. "You…you go first." He pleaded quietly afraid to let his guard down in front of his would-love-to-be-murderer, even though he was without his wand he just noticed.
Voldemort growled. "I said I would not harm you Potter." He said biting down on each of the words. Harry wondered how long his words would last; the man was losing his patience. Yet Harry tried on looking defiant as he could. Voldemort added, "I would very much not like to jeopardize whatever the real prophecy may be." However he sighed and dipped his head down gracefully.
Harry thought the image of the Dark lord headfirst in a pensieve amusing but it was quickly lost as he felt sharp pain in his scar from Voldemort's annoyance at his thoughts. He quickly put his own head into the pensieve and felt himself fall into the memory. He almost jumped when he turned to see the dark lord standing next to him. He saw amusement flicker across his strangely beautiful blue human eyes but then they both turned simultaneously to see Trelawney entering the room in Hog's Head* to meet Dumbledore. Feeling Voldemort's hatred was amusing even if at the same time it made his scar prickle painfully.
However he did notice the colour of the memory to resemble an old brown and white photo but with light purples instead. He remembered vaguely the memory he had seen before did have a purplish tint to Trelawney it but it was more distinct now, in a thick mist that almost covered most of the room making it turn anything in its vicinity to the mauve shades. He had ignored the conversation between his headmaster and the witch to observing the colours but was brought back to them when the prophecy fell from her lips.
"The one with the power to vanquish the dark lord approaches…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal, but he will have power the Dark lord knows not…and either must die at the hand of the other for neither can live while the other survives…the one with the power to vanquish the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
Before anything else could happen Harry felt a gentle tug on the back of his clothing and let himself be pulled out. When he did, he came face to face, a little to close with Voldemort. He blushed and pulled back quickly. Giving a quick cough and clearing of his throat he started speaking,
"I…remember Trelawney looking purple but I just thought it was her clothing…it was so much more distinct now…why is that?" he asked surprisingly casually to the man in front of him as he was lost in his thoughts.
"Only very powerful wizards can sense spells used in memories. You were not quite…awakened to your abilities yet, but you were still powerful enough to sense it. The same way great wizards could sense magic. You can sense mine, can you not?" He enquired in a polite tone.
As a matter of fact, it was the first thing Harry noticed, even before he was faced with him. He'd felt him as he was led along the corridor. It overwhelmed him when he entered his presence. They way it rolled off in waves showing that this was indeed one of the most powerful wizards in history. It felt so good to feel it, the way it enticed his skin and pulled at his own magic as if to engage in a slow heated dance. He just wanted to roll in it, bask in its glory and get high off of it. However that reason was always overruled with fear: A fear that left you wanting but to only be left to sit on the side and inhale any wisps that came close enough.
The only reason Harry had not rolled over in fear was his own Gryffindor brashness and Voldemort's magic keeping him rooted to the ground in absolute pleasure. Surely magic so powerful could be sensed by normal wizards? It was so…so much.
Harry nodded. "Yes…" He looked down shyly at his sweaty palms in his lap "But what about real prophecy, is there even one?"
"There is." And he felt Voldemort's gaze on him. "And I have it. We shall watch it."
"But why share it with me? Wouldn't that be to your advantage?"
"Yes. But you would find out sooner or later with your meddlesome, dim-witted Gryffindor nosiness." He explained with an annoyed tone. Harry couldn't help the small smile that crept up his face and kept his head ducked, though he was sure Voldemort could tell but chose to ignore it. "Besides, it was a lie that ruined both of our lives. It's only fair to have the truth." Harry nodded at this.
"Thank you…" He said in an almost whisper. He could not believe he just thanked the murderer of his parents for something. Maybe Ron was right? He was going mad. He defended Voldemort's childhood self during an argument and perhaps...him currently..? "But I need a moment…can I ask you a question first?" He looked up pleadingly. Voldemort eyed him with curiosity and he would have been seething if the boy wasn't so…interesting.
"What is it?" Voldemort asked less sharply than he had intended to.
"Well I'm just curious about your…whole…snake appearance thing going on." He muttered less nervously than he felt.
"If you must know," He replied calmly staring at Harry trying to hide his squirming under his gaze and failing inexplicably. The first person to actually dare ask that question to say surprised him in the least. "I fashioned myself after a race long forgotten but still existing. A descendant of the Naga -which were the creatures that spawned the Slytherin lineage- and what I appear as now, a Slythen, call it "Naga with legs" If you presume ." Harry thanked Merlin and Hermione for informing him of Voldemort's lineage. He was sure he would have been hexed quite painfully if he asked what a Naga was.
Voldemort continued, "They were exiled by the Light." He spat the world nastily, "Simply for just being what they were. You and I are both very familiar with this." He turned his eyes back to Harry as he turned his gaze in his explanation. "I chose them because of that reason and to rub it in their self-righteous faces what they had done. That they had not erased them from existence to the world and were not…forgotten, so they know that they simply cannot expect to banish anything not to their liking."
Harry couldn't believe what he was hearing. He was all too familiar with the feeling of hatred just for existing. Like being a mosquito, a roach or a fly in a kitchen. He hummed in agreement and thought. Voldemort suddenly sported a cheeky look, "And…I like snakes." Harry couldn't help the snort.
"Wait so…they still exist?" Harry asked excitedly.
"As I said Potter, I do not like to repeat myself." He snarled but didn't glare.
Harry frowned at him but his excitement remained, "And you know them? Speak to them?"
Voldemort seemed amused, "I like to visit them when I'm distressed. They make quite good company, much better than many wizards I know."
Harry snickered and looked at the pensieve, "I'd bet." Voldemort quirked an invisible eyebrow at him and he went on, "But why does no one know about them?"
"They live hidden away, only allowing who they wish to enter their territory. Namely Other Naga descendants which is why I managed to learn of them, why so curious about this Harry? We have a prophecy to reveal."
Harry watched him warily and built up a little confidence, "I was just wondering if I could me- see them one day is all…"
"Given you Parselmouth abilities it may work…I could take you there now if you wish." And Harry perked up "After we see the prophecy."
"And what if killing is still involved? What then?"
"Consider it your dying wish." He replied smoothly. Harry scowled at him.
"But how do I know you're not just fooling me?" He asked turning his head a little sideways still looking at the man, "How did you get it anyway? We both know I can't stand the woman but you didn't kill her did you?"
Voldemort's calmness diminished and though his appearance was dare say –cuter- never ever tell him that, he was still deadly intimidating with those sharp eyes of his.
"Potter" He growled, "Do you think that I would go so out of my way to find and capture you? Because Merlin knows it is just my favourite past time to watch memories, make small talk and frolic around with my enemies."
Harry shrunk back and whispered how they weren't frolicking weakly and decided Voldemort just ignored his action again.
He went on, "And must you be so infuriatingly inquisitive? If you must know Trelawney is alive and well, no idea what took place. We just took her, extracted the memory and returned her safe and sound. I don't need to draw any extra attention at the moment." He said not as angry as before, "Besides I would like to save her death for another enjoyable torturous day for causing me so much distress."
And it was out before Harry could stop himself, "Save me some of that will you?" His expression was blank as he stared at the bowl.
Voldemort quirked his non-existent brow again, and said amused, "Surely." Harry noticed this might be a regular habit.
"But you really meant about taking me to see the Naga people?" He perked up again, he didn't even know why he was so excited, and perhaps it was the idea that there was a place where only he (and the dark lord…unfortunately?) knew of, to go and be undisturbed. Surely this must be why Voldemort enjoyed the place so much but as to why he was so willing to share it with his born enemy, he had no idea.
"That is precisely the reason Potter. And I just thought they might like to meet someone else from the outside world." The man answered calmly. Harry nodded, feeling mind raped again. Voldemort turned back to Harry, "I would like to learn of this new prophecy boy, my patience is growing thin."
"Yeah it's pretty anticipating for me too." He wiggled closer to the pensieve and looked at it intensely as Voldemort glowered at him. "Do you mind calling me by my name? Reminds me of people who hate me –not that you don't but I mean just for obvious reasons and...of Snape. Bloody git."
Voldemort hummed, "Alright… Harry." The name hissed through the cool air, so soft yet intimidating at the same time, it rang with tenderness and with hatred all the same. It sent shivers throughout Harry's body.
"On second thought…" He began but went silent as the content of the vial was spilled into the bowl and Harry was suddenly nervous again. This time Harry dived in as soon as he saw Voldemort start moving. This time they were in Dumbledore's office.
He could feel Voldemort's anger pain his scar slightly. He winced and touched the mark on instinct, "I thought as much." The man growled nastily.
Harry felt confusion, "What..?"
"Harry" And he felt the shivers again, "Can you think of any reason why Dumbledore would hold two meetings? Especially one in Hog's Head? His interviews are held in his office. Do you catch on now?"
Harry remained silent for a moment, "I…I don't…I can't believe it. It might have been in good rea-"
He was cut off abruptly by Voldemort's snap, "Do not defend the obvious Potter."
Harry pouted, and if anyone dare say the Dark Lord found it cute he would not fall short of an immediate avada kedavra. "Well let's just see what this prophecy has to say then. Hm?" Voldemort's silence was taken as agreement and they watched the scene of Dumbledore's old office unfold. She was about to be rejected when suddenly her eyes glazed over and started speaking the words of the true prophecy. Harry could see and feel Voldemort was just as uncomfortable and nervous as he was as he stared frowning at the scene. Harry tore his eyes away and looked at the woman who started speaking the words that would change their lives yet again.
"The one with the power to match the Dark lord approaches…" Voldemort's frown deepened at that and Harry hid a smile. So that wasn't so far off from the original…not too bad, not yet.
"…born to those who have thrice defied him, born as the seventh month dies…and the Dark Lord will mark him as his equal," So that was the same.
"…He will have the power that the Dark Lord may know love and neither can die at the hand of the other…neither can live if one does not…with their love… bond and power…they shall reign and bring the wizarding world back to right…. the one with the power to match the dark lord will be born as the seventh month dies…"
If Harry could have been in any more shock he would have exploded. He turned to look at Voldemort and saw that he had vanished. Harry pulled himself out and looked at the Dark Lord sitting in his high backed chair, looking rigid and a straight face with eyes that showed so many different emotions that Harry couldn't quite put his finger on.
When he finally spoke, Harry could've laughed at him, "I don't believe it…As a matter of fact I liked the first one more, I'll give Dumbledore props for that." Harry just stared at him trying his best to hide his laughter. He even tried to change the subject, "Were you always that tall Harry? You were scrawnier last times we encountered." Harry would've been deeply offended if he wasn't enjoying this so much right now, maybe the facts hadn't sunk into his brain yet.
"Revitalizing potions…turns out I wasn't supposed to be so short and scrawny which malnutrition and other things playing a part in my...development." Voldemort hummed. As a matter of fact Harry did realize that Voldemort was shorter than he remembered but he was just taller. He was still thin but he wasn't scrawny and unhealthy looking anymore. Quidditch also did well on his body to his surprise, though he didn't think riding around on a broomstick gave any muscle, but hey, magic was an odd thing.
"But you know I don't think the prophecy is that bad."
"Potter did you not hear what the wench said?"
"She said good stuff too! I don't have to vanquish anyone anymore and we don't have to try and kill each other…and…and I don't have any unknown powers anymore and oh."
Voldemort glared "Finally sunk in?"
Harry gave a glare just as fully powered back, with new-found confidence that the Dark Lord couldn't kill him anymore, "Not that…do you know what Dumbledore thought the power was?" Voldemort shook his head leaving the spot where between his brows would be scrunched up. "He thought it was…love." Voldemort was about to flare up again and Harry interrupted, "I mean- do you think he was trying to hint something?"
Voldemort looked contemplative. "I…it's possible…but I hardly care about him at this point. I will not be courting or be courted by anyone. Especially by you." He growled.
"But it's not like we're sworn enemies anymore. If anything I should be the one revolted!"
"Potter, Look at me. Do you want to marry the Dark Lord? Are you mad?"
"You're not that bad…" Harry tried, he really wasn't, "I mean I'm not into blokes…snake blokes either… but it could work…unless this whole thing is because you're not into them either…It's not that hard…I'm sure we could figu-"
"THAT is NOT the POINT!" He yelled for the first time this evening silencing Harry immediately. He calmed himself and pinched at his nose bridge with tightly shut eyes. The headache, Harry realised was starting to spread over to his side of the link. "The dark lord does not love, Harry. And part of the reason I chose this visage was so no one would find me physically attractive. I'd had enough of that unwanted attention a long time ago."
Harry scoffed, "Tell that to Bellatrix." He said irritably.
Voldemort stared at him, "Bellatrix is a madwoman. Who knows if she can even see straight?" Harry laughed and the sound brought a pleasantness to the Dark lord that he was the cause if it. Oh what was happening to him now? He blamed the prophecy to be bewitched. Yes, that must be it.
"True." He agreed smiling. He looked up at the man gently, "Mind taking me to see these people you're so fond of now?"
Voldemort sighed, "Yes, it would do good to clear my head." Voldemort stood and rounded the desk swiftly and Harry stood as well. He was about to extend his arm before he stiffened and looked at Harry warily.
The boy –young man rolled his eyes, "I won't bite."
Voldemort just gave a look that plainly said 'better not' and gave him arm to Harry. As soon as they made contacted Harry felt the familiar tug yank him along. Voldemort released him immediately when they arrived as if he had been infected with the black plague. They were at a swamp. The man hissed quietly and a large blurry portal appeared.
Voldemort took no time in beckoning and went straight through with Harry scrambling behind quickly. It was a soothing, light feathery feeling that greeted him as he entered. He was at a loss for words when he saw the beauty of the nature filled place before him, a lot less wet too. He was taking in all the majestic wild colours when something whizzed past his head. He followed it and saw a tiny spear had been his assailant. He barely had time to dodge the rest that came following.
A/N: SO that's it. I wanted to write more but the hour is not so appealing. Give me any tips on anything! Like stuff to change about the prophecy and what not, I really had no idea what to write. I haven't read it all over yet and I'm looking for any tips. More to come surely. A lot more explaining in the next chapter.